My Top 3 Scars

Since I know you care so much, I will now provide you with evidence, both textual and visual, of my top 3 scars, in order.

#3...

This little guy came to me at EFY. I was walking along on the little trail in between dorms at BYU and I wasn't really looking where I was going and all of a sudden BAM. I kicked the corner of a little metal thing. I don't even know what it was! How lame is that. It bled a lot but I just had to press forward with faith that it would get better. And it did. But it left me with this reminder. Now I will always watch where I am going.

#2...

I really love this one. One day, Henrietta and I were chillin in her room listening to tunes and what not. There was a remote to the tunes. We both wanted it. So we waged a war. At the climax of the battle, Henrietta was laying on her back on the bed with me standing over her. She had the remote in her right hand. Her left hand had a firm grasp on my right hand. She was trying to prevent me from using my strongest weapon. But I had an idea. As quick as a cat, I imploded my palm so it would be as skinny as possible and then I ripped my hand straight up and out of her control. In her desperate confusion, I was able to snatch the remote from her left hand and jump off the bed. I had won. But the victory did not come without a price. My swift, cat-like hand-ripping-out skills did not take into account the mean fingernails on my opponent. Thus I was sliced as you can see above. But there is another reason I love this scar so much: My baby bro has a scar on his right hand that looks exactly the same, in the same place and everything. Twinner scars! We always look at them together and tell each other how cool we are. It's just a bond we have, you know? I love it.

And finally, #1...

Unfortunately this one does not have a sweet story and/or a twin to go along with it, but my #1 it remains. Why, you ask? Because. This one is 17 years old. I don't remember a time that it wasn't there. It's been with me through thick and thin and I can't imagine life without it! I got it from falling down the stairs as a lil baby.

Now, I have a bonus for you. The following is not a scar, but just another bodily imperfection that I love. It is found at the top of my left arm, close to my shoulder...

Do you see that little white mark? Look close...... It's a HEART! Yes, it's true. My arm loves me. How many people can say that about their arms? Not too many I tell you. I'm a lucky girl.